Thursday, December 28, 2017

A Little Deville Came to My Door

My landlord has done pest control and vent replacements to know I collect typewriters, yet he never said anything. Guess being a landlord you get used to tenants and their stuff, no matter what it is. Courtney and I just got back from a fun but tiring trip to Texas to visit her folks over Christmas and I wasn't thinking about much else besides the frigid cold and getting back to writing. I picked her up outside and after some grocery shopping, you can imagine my surprise when I came up the stairs and found this waiting for me by the front door.

I've never owned or typed on one of these cartridge electrics (unless you count the Lexikon 90) but I see them everywhere. Like the others of their class, you can get carbon film or nylon fabric. Fortunately, mine came with fabric ribbons and everything on the machine works! Not only is the case included, but the last service receipt (1997; I was a wee lad), owner's booklet, packing brackets, and two extra ribbons.

According to Courtney (who talked to him after accepting the gift and then kept it a secret all day long) the machine used to belong to our neighbor next door. Sadly, this sweet old lady's health declined rapidly about a month ago and she no longer lives here. We were always on friendly terms, yet didn't see much of each other on account of radically different schedules. This extra bit of holiday cheer comes with a sobering reminder, and I'm glad I knew her for however brief a time.

Not sure what distinguished the Deville model from the countless Coronomatic machines. Maybe it's the single interchangeable slug?

"So it goes..."

- Kurt Vonnegut, who used a 2200


  1. I'm happy to have discovered your blog, Taylor. I'll add the link to mine (dismally out of date) at